NOTE: This story is recommended for readers who are 17 years old and older due to its sexual content, violence and other taboo themes.
DISCLAIMER: Infinity is a Sims freeplay story and at the same time, a fanfic based on A Song of Ice and Fire, Throne of Glass, Captive Prince and Infernal Devices series. No offense to the authors. It just so happened that most of my Sims were named from various characters of the mentioned series.
PROLOGUE
Brannon
Galathynius looked away from the frail and almost dead woman lying on the
bed. Her hair, once glorious in all its
raven black beauty, was now white, dry and stiff as if a tiny spark of fire
would reduce it to ashes. The ritual had drained her and it was his entire
fault. The rasping woman was no longer recognizable as the Mala he had married twenty
two years ago; daughter
of the skies, fire, wind, rain, sun, and seas; Goddess of the Sun, Lady of Light
and Learning, Firebringer; the prodigal daughter who defied the Omniscient
Father and gave up her mortality so she could be with the Fae King of Terrasen,
Brannon Galathynius.
Brannon fought the urge of stepping out of the
Queen’s Room and going to the town pub to drown every feeling he’s experiencing
at the moment. Instead, he walked
towards the large window overlooking the whole kingdom of Terrasen to study his
subjects, who were busy preparing for his daughter’s, Princess Elena, seventeenth
birthday. Except for the Royal Clergy,
his son and daughter, his Chief of the Royal Guard, his General, and the Witch
Queen, no one knew that their beloved Goddess Queen is already one step towards
death. Until now, Brannon is still mustering his courage to tell his subjects
about their Queen’s condition. Ever since Brannon’s father passed the crown to
him, all of Terrasen’s subjects have always been loyal and dedicated. They
fought, they suffered, they cried, and rejoiced with him all throughout the
years. They don’t deserve this secrecy about their Queen’s failing health.
Brannon’s hands tightened into fists as his
thoughts went back to the reason why Mala had to sacrifice her health…her godly
essence. A naked golden brown skin, a naughty smile, dainty fingers that traced
the carvings of the amulet that glinted against his bare chest, and petal soft
lips that traced kisses along his neck.
Brannon had been blinded by his lust and maybe, love, that he allowed it to happen. As his thoughts
swirled further into forbidden territory, a sudden coughing and tiniest of
whispers suddenly caught his attention.
“H-hus…h-us… band…b-b-belo…ved…” If not for the
slight movement of Mala’s lips, Brannon could have sworn that the words were
just borne out of his dark thoughts and shame.
Brannon was immediately at Mala’s side. “My queen…
what is it?” He asked gently as his large hands enveloped her bony ones. His
chest tightened as he got a closer look of his wife’s skeletal face. She can no
longer open her eyes, which where all milky white the last time he saw them.
And that was a fortnight ago.
It took a while for Mala to answer his question as if
she was still forcing her body to cooperate into talking. And then in between coughing and rasping
breaths, Mala answered his question.
***
As he walked alone—his guards he had already
dismissed a few minutes ago—down the long corridor towards the King’s Room,
Brannon’s mind was still reeling from the things Mala had revealed to him. He
couldn’t believe any of them…couldn’t accept any of them. How was he supposed
to stop the things that are about to happen just because of a single mistake? A
single…single mistake that has spun for years. He shook his head as his jaw
tightened in determination. He will fix that single mistake as early as now.
However, when he finally entered his room a few
moments later, his newfound determination instantly wavered at what he saw. Princess
Elena lying on his bed, in all her naked glory. Her golden brown skin, soft and
shimmering; lips curved into a sensual smile, and eyes hooded with desire as she
surveyed him from head to foot. Her raven black hair, which was usually arranged
into an elaborate braid secured with a fillet, now hung loose over her
shoulders. Elena’s resemblance to her mother always unnerved him.
Without an ounce of care, Elena stood up giving
Brannon a full view of what’s awaiting him tonight. He ignored the growing hardness in his groin.
“What are you doing here, daughter?” He asked in a hard voice and forcing
himself to look beyond Elena’s naked body.
Elena slightly paused and raised one of her brows.
“What I’ve been doing for the last couple of nights…” she answered huskily as
she walked towards him, her hips swaying seductively. “…or rather the past
three years, Father…” she added teasingly as she stopped a hair’s breadth away
from him, her right hand immediately cupping his nape.
Brannon resisted the urge of backing his daughter
up the wall and take her savagely. This…this… whatever this relationship with
his daughter must stop right there and then… no matter how much he wanted her. “Elena…” He started in a firm voice but didn’t
dare look at her daughter’s wanting face nor gave in to the little motions her
fingers are doing at back of his neck. “As of this hour, your betrothed and his
entourage are already returning from the royal stables. Gavin would be looking
for you…” Brannon continued lest he forget that his seventeen year old daughter
is going to be wedded to the Prince of Myst four months later.
Elena appeared as if she didn’t hear him and before
Brannon could pull away, she was already kneeling in front of him as her hands
worked their way to unbuckle his pants. A few heartbeats later, Brannon has
forgotten that his wife lies dying in the Queen’s Room or that his future
son-in-law is on his way to the palace and would be looking for the woman whose
mouth is pushing him into blissful oblivion.
To be continued...
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